Lucrezia nodded at once. "Alright,"
After her came a few others, dressed almost identically to the one before her. Each one of them was accompanied by something like two-wheeled basins: one steaming faintly, the other stacked with folded cloth, ceramic bottles, and a narrow-necked pitcher. The rest of the items brought were something she barely even recognized. Thin rods of dark metal, shallow bowls filled with pale salts, and bundles of dried herbs bound in twine.
They did not speak as they entered and flowed into the chamber, spreading out with practiced ease. One guided the basins toward a recessed section of the floor she had not noticed before.
With a soft turn of her wrist, she pressed a sigil set into the stone. The floor responded with a muted hum, seams revealing themselves as stone plates slid apart. Beneath them lay a deep, circular bath carved directly into the bedrock, and Lucrezia's eyes widened in awe.
